SPOOL OF THREAD
The spool of thread fell….
It unraveled as it rolled
across the wooden floor.
My fingers still held the
lead of the thread - that
I was trying to put through
the eye of the needle.
That’s when the spool
slipped out of my hands.
I laughed. Spiders - leaves -
skin - do their repairs
without incident every time.
Me? I’m unraveling and
slipping as I walk across
wooden floors with holes
in my socks from now on.
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